Chapter 80 There is a fellow Taoist in the poor Tao who has gonorrhea,, la)
Cheng Chubi was disheveled in the wind, looking at these three brothers who were trying to make trouble for each other and were still smiling playfully.
I really want to kick them one by one and shoot them all into the pond, so that they can feel what it is like to hate a brother.
But after all, I can only think about it and not get angry. After all, I am an adult now and cannot convince people like my father all the time.
Taking a deep breath and looking at the poor white goose, Cheng Chubi was really angry and happy.
In the village, Goose's fighting ability can be regarded as a dark and evil force, and he will dare to fight anyone he doesn't like.
Brother Flathead, who is absolutely fearless in the poultry industry, ended up like this.
Facing the three naughty children of the Cheng family, they could only tremble and run away in confusion...
The green pond has probably not been cleaned since the beginning of winter. The nervous geese stretched their necks and chirped from time to time.
It seems very difficult to be able to spread my wings and fly freely, escaping from this dangerous old Cheng family.
The green willows by the pond, hanging down on the water, are really quite poetic.
"Third brother, why are you so stupid looking at geese?" Cheng Laowu stopped rubbing his butt at this time, looked at Cheng Chubi with admiration and muttered in a low voice.
Cheng Laosi thought about it seriously and replied, "Maybe the third brother is thinking about how to kill the goose again."
"I don't know if it tastes good or not." Cheng Laoliu stared at the goose and took a sip of saliva.
Listening to the noise around him, Cheng Chubi raised his head in despair.
"You three, can you shut up? All my poetic and artistic thoughts have been lost to you."
Cheng Laowu's eyes lit up: "Third brother, can you compose poetry?"
"I can do it too." Cheng Laosi was unhappy. "After all, we copied a thousand-character essay for so many days."
"Do you want me to do it?" There was a click, and Cheng Chubi almost twisted his neck. He took a breath and rubbed his neck. "If you can't do it, I'll whip you."
"What's the problem? Third brother, please listen carefully. Third brother, fourth brother, fifth brother and sixth brother, the four of us, look at the big white goose."
"Okay!" Lao Wu and Lao Liu quickly clapped their hands and looked at the fourth brother with a sincere expression. "Fourth brother is really good and can compose poems."
"???" Cheng Chubi took a breath of cold air. He looked at Cheng Laosi who was so proud that he cupped his fists to express his gratitude to his two younger brothers who were supporting him.
It took me a long time to resist the urge to kick him into the pond. How the hell can this be called poetry?
"Third brother, it's your turn, please give me some advice." Cheng Laosi didn't seem to notice Cheng Chubi's murderous intent, and turned his head and raised his eyebrows provocatively at Cheng Chubi.
"I, okay, okay, today I will let you see what Third Brother is capable of..."
Cheng Chubi had a dark face and clenched and loosened his fists. Come on, as the cultural leader of the old Cheng family, you can't always convince others with your strength.
Occasionally, it is necessary to convince people with their talents, so that these three little brats can see the most beautiful kid in the old Cheng family and his outrageous literary talent.
Cheng Chubi glanced around and saw that the big white goose was still cruising in the pond in a hurry, stretching its neck that was best suited for making spicy food and calling sadly.
The bright red goose paws, which if marinated with ingredients, are extremely delicious, are swaying in the clear water.
Cheng Chubi shook his head, putting aside those distracting thoughts, put his hands behind his back, and stood tall and tall.
"Goose, goose, goose, singing to the sky, white feathers floating on the green water, anthuriums plucking green waves."
"..." After waiting for a long time, there was no applause, no screaming, no cheering. Cheng Chubi turned his head in confusion.
He saw his three younger brothers looking at him blankly. There seemed to be three parts of pity, two parts of helplessness and five parts of regret in their eyes?
"Hey, what do you mean? Such a good poem, what's your expression?"
"Haha, it sounds good, right? Lao Wu, Lao Liu." Cheng Laosi clapped his hands quickly. Lao Wu and Lao Liu quickly followed.
"Third brother, let's go greet dad first. Please slow down." After slapping his hands, Cheng Laosi winked at his two younger brothers.
"The third brother seems to have not recovered from his illness, and the poems he wrote are not neat."
"Yes, poor third brother, alas... he can't even write a complete poem."
"???" Cheng Chubi stood there dumbfounded, looking at the three younger brothers who shook their heads, sighed, and walked away quickly.
Everyone is feeling bad. This is a masterpiece that has been passed down through the ages! You three little bastards!
The arrogant cry of the big white goose came from behind, and Cheng Chubi turned his head.
Look at the big white goose that became arrogant after the three naughty children left.
Shaking the water, he stepped onto the edge of the pond and saw the gaze cast by Cheng Chubi. The big white goose tilted its head and spread its wings slightly.
It's like a provocation. What are you looking at? Try again?
What the hell am I looking at you for? Cheng Chubi was immediately furious.
I'm embarrassed to take care of those three naughty children who have no literary and artistic skills. I can't take care of you, a bird?
Cheng Chubi picked up his sleeves, showed a ferocious smile, and strode towards the big white goose, confronting him head-on.
The four or five six Cheng family members had not gone far when they heard the shrill call of the big white goose coming from behind, which made the three naughty children tremble.
When he turned around, he saw the third brother appearing behind him carrying the big white goose with murderous intent.
No need to be reminded, the three naughty children shouted and ran toward the front hall on a rolling crawl. Their movements were so agile that they almost left behind their shadows.
Cheng Chubi was stunned to see that he was indeed a naughty boy who could be more noisy than a dog. Even a dog could catch up with this speed.
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"We're here..." Yuan Tiangang opened the car curtain, jumped out of the vehicle quickly, and looked at the familiar door.
From a long time ago, Duke Lu's Mansion, which he had avoided in the past, had become a place he often visited.
"Fellow Daoist Yuan, let's come together." Sun Simiao also got out of the car, stroking his long beard and giving a slight nod to Yuan Tiangang.
Two famous medical experts from the Tang Dynasty, experts from outside China, came together again.
Soon, the news that the two Taoist priests came to visit him to find something to do with him reached Cheng Chubi's ears.
Having met these two Taoist priests who were already very familiar with each other, the guest and host sat separately. Cheng Chubi looked at the two Taoist priests who were hesitant to speak and asked.
"I wonder why the two Taoist priests came here to look for my nephew?"
Yuan Tiangang and Sun Simiao exchanged glances. Yuan Tiangang cleared his throat and smiled in an unfathomable way.
"Pindao had a fellow Taoist who contracted gonorrhea. Pindao and fellow Taoist Sun also diagnosed and treated him. However, the medicine and stone were not very effective..."
"Wait a minute, what is gonorrhea?" Cheng Chubi looked confused and his eyes went dark.
Gonorrhea? I’m really sorry. I have never studied Chinese medicine, but I know all about gonorrhea.
If you want to cure that thing, you have to wait until I have clear nasal discharge, drip it in a petri dish, and then culture penicillin (the real incident of the discovery of penicillin).
"This..." Yuan Tiangang paused, and all the follow-up words he was about to continue were stuck in his throat.
After holding it in for a long time, Yuan Tiangang finally managed to say: "The heat is in the lower part of the body, so it's called showering."
"???"
Cheng Chubi's face turned dark, and his expression became more and more confused. He almost wanted to pinch Yuan Daochang's neck and make him speak human words. What the hell is this?